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“There was something green between slices of soft bread. Otoha took a bite and sure enough the blend of cucumbers and butter leaped out into her mouth, with a simple, yet deep taste. "Mr. Kinoshita, this is really delicious! It's hard to believe the ingredients are that simple." "Thanks. I just sliced the cucumbers very thin and rubbed them with salt." Otoha tried the roast chicken sandwich next. "This is wonderful too. The chicken is so moist." "I simply added salt and pepper to the chicken breasts as I roasted them, and then a little French dressing before I put it in the sandwich." "They're all very simple flavors. You can really savor all the ingredients." "I think that's how things were back in those times. Plus, I don't think Montgomery, a pastor's wife, would like writing long descriptions of how food tasted." "That makes sense." On top of the flat plate of sandwiches was a small dish with green peas. Otoha tried them and found them softly boiled, with a taste of butter. "Those are green peas sautéed in butter. I finished them by adding a spoonful of sugar. Do you remember how, when they invited Mrs. Morgan to Green Gables, Anne added too much sugar and spoiled the peas?”

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Book:Dinner at the Night Library
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